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Ciel! it was worth some risk to have the advantage of attending such a school. Did you understand the matter in dispute between the two Italians, brave Etooelle?" "I heerd their Eye-talian jabber," answered Ithuel; "but supposed it was all about saints' days and eating fish. No reasonable man makes so much noise when he is talking sense." "Pardie it was philosophy!
With Ithuel, he was more communicative; not that he distrusted the citizen of the Granite State, but that he knew him to be a man of unusual resources, could the proper spirit be aroused within him. "Bien, Etooelle," he said, when the inspection was ended, "much will depend on the use you make of these two guns."
"It's a great deal to allow to an Englishman, Captain Rule, to allow him gineros'ty," interrupted Ithuel. "They're a fierce race, and fatten on mortal misery." "Mais, bon Etooelle, your back has escaped this time; you ought to be thankful." "They're short-handed, and didn't like to cripple a top-man," answered he of the Granite State, unwilling to concede anything to liberal or just sentiments.
"Mon Feu-Follet!" exclaimed Raoul, rising and actually extending his arms as if to embrace the beloved craft. "Etooelle, they seek us, for we are much behind our time!" The stranger drew near fast; when his outlines became visible, there was no mistaking them.
To my mind, the last will be the most agreeable, as well as the most just." "Bon! Do not throw away your shot, Etooelle." "I why, Captain Rule, I'm nat'rally economical. That would be wasteful, and waste I set down for a sin. The only place I calculate on throwing the shot, is into the face and eyes of the English.
"Do you know this gentleman, Etooelle?" demanded Raoul, who had gone to the gangway to receive his visitor. "It is Mr. Clinch, the master's-mate of the accursed Proserpine; he who spoke us in the yawl, off the point yonder." "How!" exclaimed Clinch, his alarm being sufficiently apparent in his voice; "have I fallen into the hands of Frenchmen?"
"What would you have, Etooelle?" whispered Raoul, who perceived that his companions were too much occupied to observe his movements, or to hear his words. "The Eyetalian, and his niece, are about to go ashore. Everything is ready and understood. I've consaited you might pass out of the port, in the dark, and escape in the boat. Keep quiet we shall see."
This was, in truth, her aim; for again she shook all her sails. "Peste!" muttered Raoul; "this is a bold pilot he hugs the rocks as if they were his mistress! We must lie quiet, Etooelle, and let him pass; else he may trouble us." "'Twill be the wisest, Captain Rule; though I do not think him an Englishman. Hark! The ripple under his bow is like that of a knife going through a ripe watermelon."
For my part, I wish Nelson himself was in one of them boats I wish the man no harm; but I do wish he was in one of them very boats." "And, Etooelle, I do not. It is bad enough as it is, entre nous; and Nelson is very welcome to stay on board his Foudroyant; voil
As I had no taste for such amusements, and wanted to see mon cher Feu-Follet, Etooelle and I got into the yawl, and left them; intending to return and be hanged when we can find nothing better to do." This account required an explanation, which Raoul gave in a very few words, and then the crew were directed to go to their stations, in order that the lugger might be properly worked.
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